Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea North and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Television,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.